You can't HANDLE the truth!!
Son, we live in a world that has CHILLERS, BOILERS
AND SWITCHGEAR. And those PIECES OF EQUIPMENT have
to be LOCATED IN ROOMS. Who's gonna DESIGN THEM? You?
You, MR. ARCHITECT? I have a greater responsibility
than you can possibly fathom. You weep for LOST
PARKING SPACES and you curse the SIZE OF MY GENERATOR.
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not
knowing what I know: that THOSE MEP SYSTEMS, while
tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while
grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places
you don't talk about at parties, you WANT me on that
DESIGN TEAM. You NEED me on that DESIGN TEAM. We use
words like DESIGN, CODE, ANALYSIS...we use these
words as the backbone to a life spent PROVIDING OWNER
COMFORT AND ENERGY EFFICIENCY. You use 'em as a
punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination
to explain my DESIGN to a man who rises and sleeps
under the blanket of the very ENVIRONMENT I provide,
then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd
rather you just said thank you and went on your way.
Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a DUCTULATOR and
DESIGN a BUILDING SYSTEM. Either way, I don't give a
damn what you think you're entitled to!